Lex

I woke up, looked around the dark room, and tried to remember when we came to bed. Tired and confused, I rolled onto my back, relaxed, and stared up at the ceiling.

After a moment or two I recalled fucking Adam on the couch, and how the two of us had reached climax at the same time.

I vaguely remembered coming to the bedroom afterward.

I’d cut his pants off with scissors.

Without taking my eyes away from the ceiling, I grinned and reached to the side. After fumbling beneath the covers for a few seconds, I found his flaccid cock.

It was monstrous when hard, and when combined with my narrow hips and tight twat, it was heavenly.

I turned to the side, realized he was still asleep, and wondered how early – or late – it was.

I guessed it didn’t matter, I was wide awake.

I slipped under the covers, using caution not to disturb his foot. On my hands and knees beside him, I guided his limp cock into my mouth.

I took his entire length into my mouth slowly, and then waited. It began to increase in size. The thought of sucking his cock while he slept made me wet, instantly.

With one hand between my legs, and one holding my weight off his thighs, I began to simultaneously rub my clit and suck his big dick.

The tip of my finger circled my swollen nub at a rapid pace while I slowly sucked his cock, using caution not to wake him.

Tension built within me, and I realized I was on the verge of climax. With my mouth buried on his shaft, I paused and rubbed myself with three fingers violently.

Refraining from waking him up while his cock was in my throat was an incredible sensation. Reaching climax without waking him was even better.

My muscles tensed. I shoved two fingers deep inside and grinded my palm against my clit.

The orgasm seemed to last forever. Keeping it hidden from him wasn’t easy at all. When it finally subsided, I slid my fingers out of my wet pussy and rubbed my tender clit until no more aftershocks came.

Satisfied for the time being, I began to suck him slowly and completely. Feeling him deep in my throat was satisfying in itself. A difficult sensation to explain, having him in my mouth made me feel as if I was in control, gave me a tremendous sense of accomplishment, and somehow allowed me to feel slightly vulnerable at the same time.

He twisted back and forth “What…”

Lost in the satisfaction of having his big dick in my mouth, I didn’t realize what I was doing was waking him.

I stopped and held still.

Eventually, he went back to sleep.

So, I started sucking again.

I slid my mouth up and down his thick shaft, pressing the tip into my throat with each full stroke. With his entire cock and balls covered in my saliva, I found it fascinating that he continued to sleep.

In no time, I was aroused beyond compare.

I pushed my fingertip past my wet lips, and continued until it was as deep as I could force it.

Then, I added another.

I was soaked. In and out I worked my fingers while I slowly sucked his throbbing dick.

I added another finger.

My fingers were small, but the third drove me wild. I couldn’t take it any longer. I carefully lifted my mouth from his shaft.

I fumbled to straddle him, hoping I could somehow fuck him as he slept. Before I lowered myself onto the tip, he coughed.

“What…what are…Alexandra?”

I steadied myself. “Uh huh?”

“What are you doing?” he asked, his voice coarse and dry.

“Loving you,” I said.

“I’m loving you, too. What. What uhhm. What time is it?”

I reached for his cock. “Does it matter?”

“Guess not.”

I guided the tip in, gasping as it penetrated me. After working my hips back and forth for a few seconds, I had enough of him inside of me to pause for a moment.

“Are you ready?” I asked.

He inhaled a deep breath, grasped my shoulders firmly in his hands, and in one swift motion, rolled me onto my back.

“Adam,” I gasped. “You’re going to hurt yourself.”

“You worry about you,” he said. “And let me worry about me.”

“Okay.”

I felt pressure from him slightly penetrating me, and then it stopped.

“The question you need to ask yourself is this, my dear,” he said. “Are you ready?”

On my back, and gazing up at his shadowy silhouette, I responded. “I think so.”

Upon receiving my verbal nod of approval, he slowly forced himself into me.

Entirely.

I gulped a breath. Before I could mentally – or physically – prepare for anything more, he withdrew his hips, extracting himself from me completely.

I exhaled and then took another quick breath.

Without warning, he shoved himself into me fully, causing all the air to shoot from my lungs.

With his cock buried deep inside of me, he swept my hair away from my face and then kissed me. The kiss was sensual and aggressive, lasting for several satisfying minutes.

When our lips eventually parted, I was a mess of sexual emotion.

“Okay, now I’m ready,” he said. “And, I’m going to show you what fucking is all about.”

I didn’t realize we were in a fuck contest, but it sure sounded fun. Just to make sure he gave me his all, I offered a little nudge.

I reached to the side, grabbed a pillow in each hand, and squeezed them tight in preparation of what was sure to come.

“Bring it, you crippled old man,” I said, trying not to laugh.

It was like I’d released a rodeo bull from the gate.

The tips of his fingers dug deep into the flesh of my ass, and he began to fuck me without reservation, or much mercy.

It was wonderful.

With each stroke, I huffed a breath, trying my best to stay in rhythm with his forceful thrusts.

“Too much cock for you?” he asked.

My response came past my lips like a shot. “Excuse me?”

He pulled his hips back, paused, and then slammed it in balls-deep. “Is my cock too big?”

I exhaled. “No.”

He withdrew himself until the tip was tickling my throbbing clit.

“Are you sure?”

I gripped the pillows firmly. “Positive.”

He thrust his hips forward with so much force that it drove the air from my lungs.

“Sure?” he asked.

“Actually,” I said. “I wish it was a little bigger. But I’ll see if you can make up for it in form and stamina.”

Adam had a temper – and a competitive side – and on that morning, I found out how to push his buttons. He fucked me like he needed to prove a point, and prove a point he did.

When he finally decided I’d had enough, he allowed himself to reach climax. At the time, I was flat on my back, exhausted, and giving no more verbal resistance.

“I’m going to come all over you,” he said.

I’d already had more orgasms than I could count. “Do it,” I breathed. “Cover me.”

He pulled himself from inside of me and began to stroke his cock over my stomach. With the early morning sun seeping in through the windows, I watched eagerly.

His back arched, his muscular torso tightened, and he bellowed out into the room.

The come shot from the tip of his dick in spurts, covering my stomach, tits, and neck in its wet warmth.

Seeing him come so violently was a huge turn-on, and a great finale for our sex-filled night.

After the last drop escaped him, he let out a breath.

I gazed at the cum, and then at him. “That was hot.”

He flexed his bicep. “Not bad for a crippled old man, huh?”

“Not bad at all,” I said with a smile.